He smiled—a small, real smile. “Maybe. But I’m your idiot, if you want.”
“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “A stupid, honest, idiot producer.” Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...
The night of the Halloween Live was always Miki’s true stage. While the other idols twinkled in cute witch costumes or princess-like cat outfits, Miki had chosen something else entirely. A sleek, form-fitting black dress that shimmered like a raven’s wing, a choker with a tiny silver bell, and a pair of crimson contact lenses that made her eyes look like embers in the dark. Her signature “Devilish Appeal” wasn’t just an act—it was a weapon. He smiled—a small, real smile